'Tis Autumn

(álbum: The King Cole Trio, Vol. 4 - 1949)

Old Father Time checked, so there'd be no doubt
Called on the North wind to come on out
Then cupped his hands, so proudly to shout
"La-de-da, de-da-de-da, 'tis Autumn!"

The trees say they're tired, they born too much fruit
Charmed all the wayside, there's no dispute
Now shedding leaves, they don't give a hoot!
La-de-da, de-da-de-dum, 'tis Autumn!

Then the birds got together
To chirp about the weather (hmm, hmm, hmm)
After making their decision
In birdie-like precision
Turned about and made a bee-line to the South

My holding you close is really no crime
Ask the birds, the trees, and Old Father Time
It's just to help the mercury climb
La-de-da, de-da-de-da, 'tis Autumn!

It's just to help, the mercury climb
La-de-da, de-da-de-da, 'tis Autumn!